The Ultimate Host

Since they were out of the sewers, Akashiri decided that it was time to walk on foot. He looked over in the passengers' seat and saw that Emerson was unconscious. Akashiri rolled his eyes. He was tired of waking him up every time he fell asleep. Akashiri reached into the trunk pulling out a bottle of water, which he sprayed in Emerson's face. " Hey, ȧsshole." Wake up." We are out of the sewers. Emerson blinked his eyes a couple of times before opening them. His skin was starting to turn pale. His entire left leg was stained in blood. As Emerson started wheezing, it caught the attention of people who were passing by. However, they quickly darted their eyes away. People of The Industrial Kingdom bȧrėly stuck their noses into something that wasn't their business. Emerson laid flat on the ground.. Akashiri rolled his eyes and said: Get up." Emerson continued to groan. I can't get up." It's my wound..." My kneecap wound has spread to my leg!" Akashiri started thinking to himself.

He scrambled through his backpack until he found small and brown cloth bags. Inside the bag contained some glowing beans, which were only native to the Land of The Giants. The name of the beans was called Shade Beans. Shade Beans could only grow in the shade or the night. At night or in a dark place, the Shade Beans glowed three different colors that were blue, red and orange. The price of one shade of beans was 200,000 pieces of old. The reason for this was that if one was sick or injured with any type of wound or disease, it would be cured by just eating one single shade bean. Akashiri took out one shade bean from the brown cloth bag and walked up to Emerson. Here take and eat this." Emerson carefully looked at the bean. What is it?" Akashiri suċkėd his teeth." Just fuċkɨnġ do what I say." Emerson stuck out his hand." Akashiri dropped the shade bean into Emerson's hand. Emerson threw the bean in his mouth and chewed on it till it was paste. The bean tasted and smelled like oranges. He then swallowed it. As he swallowed it, his pale skin became normal. His wound healed and disappeared. He felt better than ever. Emerson even felt as if he had a huge meal. What was that?" Akashiri didn't answer. I will tell you when you take me to the Industrial King. Emerson started nodding. Sounds like a fair deal." Emerson stuck out his hand. Shake on it." All Akashiri did was stare at Emerson's wrinkly hand a gave him the look. Emerson slowly pulled his arm back. Emerson looked up and pointed up to some towers. " There." At Industrial Towers." That is where you will find The Industrial King. Akashiri nodded. " Good now lead the way. Emerson pointed up his eyebrow. What?" Lead the fuċkɨnġ way!" Emerson sighed. Ok." Fine." But if you're planning on running up in there, it's a very bad idea." That place is guarded by some of the best warriors of this generation of elves. That's like sticking a ċȯċkroach in an anthill." You're the ċȯċkroach. Akashiri suċkėd his teeth. " Tch." Whatever." Just turn around and shut the fuċk up." I'm tired of hearing you run that mouth of yours like water."

Akashiri and Emerson were currently in The Market Square which was busier than usual. Some citizens were trying to leave the city. However, they couldn't leave without a signed pass stating they were leaving the kingdom. Currently, no passes were being given out or signed until Friday, which was in three days." So currently people were just preparing. Emerson walked on the sidewalk and stuck his hand out. Taxi!" Suddnely and abruptly, a motorized taxi being controlled by a machine pulled up from the air, which allowed Emerson to make a run for it. Akashiri was pissed at himself that he let his guard down. " Hey!" Come back you fuċkɨnġ ȧsshole!" Emerson watched through the back of the taxi, giggling up a storm. " Where would you wish to be driven to sir?" Emerson cleared his throat and said: Industrial Towers." And step on it." I've got a tail." Akashiri started chasing after the taxi, pushing people who stood in the way of him. Get out of the way!" Coming through!" Hey, watch it!" yelled a woman. Akashiri flipped over a bypassing taxi. He suddenly stopped, pulling out a kunai, marking his target with his ninja abilities. He aimed for the taxi's gas tank. He flung the kunai which landed perfectly into the gas tank, which caused gas to started splattering everywhere like a wildfire hose. Emerson noticed the taxi was starting to slow down. " Ah, shit." He grabbed his gun and a telephone. It appears they we are, are, are, are, out of gas." The machine was malfunctioning. Fuck!" yelled Emerson. Emerson opened the taxi cab door starting to fire off warning shots, which caused the people around the area to scatter. He's got a gun!" yelled one of the citizens running away from the warning shots. Emerson quickly grabbed a little girl elve, who started screeching to the top of her lungs. " Let me go or else this little girl gets it!" You hear me!" You don't know who you're fuċkɨnġ with!" The little elve girl began crying, calling out for her mother. " Shut the fuċk up!" yelled Emerson. Even though Emerson couldn't see Akashiri, Akashiri could see Emerson. He was well aware that a little elve girl was beginning held hostage. His first option was to consider it. But she had nothing to do with the death of his people. It was time to be a hero. Akashiri popped out of hiding, tossing a kunai, more specifically his last kunai into Emerson's arm. Emerson yelped. " Taking his hand around from the little girl's neck, which allowed her to run free. Emerson started screaming as he pulled the kunai out of his arm. Fuck!" He tossed the kunai on the ground, starting to fire shots at Akashiri. None of them touched Akashiri. He deflected them with his sword. Emerson was going to continue to rapidly fire until he was out of bullets. Emerson sighed. He tossed his gun over to the side and started laughing. Alright." You got me." Emerson placed his hands up, despite being in pain. Akashiri unsheathed his sword. Emerson was getting nervous. " What are you going to do?" Akashiri sighed. " You know what's about to happen." Wait, wait, wait!" Please!" Spare me!" " I haven't done anything to you!" Yes, but you've done plenty to others." Emerson started breathing heavily. " I know but I am ready to change!" Akashiri suċkėd his teeth. Spare me with the lying." I don't want to do anything you have to say." Besides thanks to, I already know where to go, so I don't need your help." Emerson's eyes lit up with excitement." Then you don't have to kill me!" Akashiri nodded. " True, true, true, but, I'm still going to." Emerson placed his back up against the taxi." Akashiri looked around and noticed that some people were watching. No, no, no!!" Akashiri sighed. " You know what?" Emerson tried to calm down. " What?" You're not even worth it." Scum like you will eventually die. Akashiri sheathed his sword, walking away from Emerson, who held his heart. He then wiped the worried look off his face and started laughing. He pulled up his pants and reached into his right sock, pulling out a knife. He pried open the knife and stood on his feet, running towards Akashiri who had his back turned. Your more dumber than I thought!" Akashiri sighed. I guess people like you will never learn." Akashiri pulled out his sword quickly and turned around, chopping Emerson's head. Emerson stopped in his tracks. His body fell to the ground and blood began pouring out everywhere. His head rolled right by some trash cans. Akashiri wiped the blood on Emerson's headless body, sheathing the sword back into his sheath, walking off with everyone who was watching, shocked. Everything that just happened was recorded by the street cameras. Akashiri would soon become a wanted man for killing the owner and president of Emerson Motors, a company worth over 3.5 billion dollars. A picture of Emerson's body was photographed and sent to Hendrix.

Industrial Towers: Hendrix's Locations.

Hendrix was eating his dinner with consisted of wheat rice, steak, broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower. He was having some ice cold water to drink. He used his knife and fork to get himself a piece of his completely cooked and flavored steak. As he chewed the steak up, he smiled. That is so good." To bad that this is the last steak like this in the entire city." Tch." Oh well." Just as Hendrix was about to dig into his food, he heard some approaching footsteps. He placed down his fork and knife and wiped the grease and sauce away from his mouth. The footsteps belonged to one of his advisors. King Hendrix?" Hendrix, nodded. " Yes, yes, what do you want." I'm afraid that I have some very bad news." You do?" Well tell me." The advisor reached into his coat and pulled out the picture of Emerson's dead body. As soon as Hendrix saw the picture he said: Ah, shit."